like the only thing i remember is bringing a piece of toast to the bar...
stuck in a tree...bring a ladder. also my arm might be broken. no questions are allowed.
My life is like a drunken tornado. All over the place and never passing up fat girls
he forgot we were at my place and not his so he tried kicking me out of my own apartment by saying "so, you can go whenever you want...."
In related news... Actually, nope. I don't have any orgy-related news. You win.
If they were bad they leave that night, if they were good they get a gold star, and if they were great they get invited back. Simple.
My tights ended up on the driveway folded neatly. Any ideas how that happened?
I have suspicion of morning wood.
How are you unsure as to the current state of your penis?
You also once spent an entire hour explaining the origin of the strip steak to me.
You need to finger her with the Spock hand sign since she loves Star Trek.
There it is. Caramel-coated dick. Someone is getting a yeast infection later.
We had to push you home in an abandoned shopping trolley. You thought you were in a pirate boat and kept yelling "AVAST, ME HEARTIES".
I was just dry heaving outside of the Chem building when a guided tour walked by. Welcome to the Maritimes kids...
I could be the Kenny Powers of Sex Therapists.
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being “good” and 10 being “banging a student’s father”, how bad is it that I’m banging a student’s father?
Randomize
